Sunday, April 5, 2009
Daddy Reads A Memory
He thinks he's reading the classic children's novel, Robinson Crusoe. I like to think he's reading A Memory, the book he writes as he reads. She'll remember this. She'll remember his devotion to her, to us. She'll remember countless hours he has spent reading more than a handful of novels that have become the springboard to hours of child's play: Narnia in the backyard, treasure hunts spawned by Treasure Island. The sound of tonight's story, its words to his voice are the map to tomorrow's fun, I just know it! Oh, adventure. Oh, joy and memory. Oh, a devoted father. Invisible ink is writing a beautiful story.